Part 23 (1/2)
But Jean, having drifted away from them, came back with, ”I am going to church with him tomorrow.”
”Him? Whom?”
”Derry Drake, Daddy, and may I bring him home to dinner?”
”Do you think a man like that goes begging for invitations? He has probably been asked to a dozen places to eat his turkey.”
”He can't eat it at a dozen places, Daddy. And anyhow I should like to ask him. I--I think he is lonely--”
”A man with millions is never lonely.”
She did not attempt to argue. She felt that her father could not possibly grasp the truth about Derry Drake. Her own understanding of his need had been a blinding, whirling revelation. He had said, ”I wanted some one--who cared--.” Not for a moment since then had the world been real to her. She had seemed in the center of a golden-lighted sphere, where Derry's voice spoke to her, where Derry's smile warmed her, where Derry, a silver-crested knight, knelt at her feet.
Julia came in to say that Miss Jean was wanted at the telephone.
Miraculously Derry's voice came over the wire. Was she going to the dance at the Willard? The one for the benefit of the Eye and Ear Hospital? The President and his wife would be there--the only ball they had attended this season--everybody would be there. Could he come for Jean and her father? And he'd bring Drusilla and Marion Gray. She knew Drusilla?
Jean on tiptoe. Oh, yes. But she was not sure about her father.
”But you--you--?”
”I'll ask.”
She flew on winged feet and explained excitedly.
”Tonight? _Tonight_, Jean?”
”Yes, Daddy.”
”But what time is it?”
”Only ten. He'll come at eleven--”
”But you can't leave Emily alone, dear.”
”Emily won't mind--darling--will you, Emily?”
”Of course not. I am often alone.”
It was said quietly, without bitterness, but Dr. McKenzie was quite suddenly and unreasonably moved by the thought of all that Emily had missed. He felt it utterly unfair that she should sit alone by an empty hearth while he and Jean frivolled. He had never thought of Hilda by an empty hearth--and she had been often alone--but there was this which made the difference, he would not have asked Hilda to meet his daughter's friends. She had her place in his household, but it was not the place which Emily filled.
Yet he missed her. He missed her blond picturesqueness at the dinner table, her trim whiteness as she served him in his office.
He came back to the question of Emily. ”You can tell Drake we will go, if Emily can accompany us.”
”But, Doctor, I'd rather not.”
”Why not?”